Last night the medical school did it again. They have events at very interesting places and this…read morewas the most recent. This Nightclub and Bar used to be "Luxor" a gay bar for Lubbock. It changed recently and is now a open to all bar called "Ohm". The set-up was very wacky. There was really cool red glowing cube seating mixed with nice leather couches, manikins, and hipster looking signs. It was quite the hodgepodge of items to say the least. It actually worked though. I liked it. It made me feel like it was a true "nightclub". They hired a crazy disc jockey and everything. There was of course crazy lights going all over the dance floor. The drinks were fairly priced and heavy handed. The bartenders were two very lovely ladies that I chatted with for a while since we got there before the huge crowd came. I really enjoyed my time here and would come again. They are only open on the weekends and sometimes they will open on a Thursday. If you are looking to go to a crazy fun bar not in the Depot District, this is your dive.

To be absolutely honest, I can never really figure out where to begin this kind of story…read more But if I shall be so bold, I WILL say that the adventure's climax occurred about two hours AFTER I'd crossed the threshold of Ohm Nightclub and Bar, of Lubbock, TX, and into the orbit of a man with whom I'd spend the next few weeks in a state of elevated spiritual awareness, but then I got stabbed. Long story short: I basically met God, or rather: "the goddess," this chick named Diane. She was intense, but I'm getting ahead of myself. It's difficult to rest a fingertip upon this story's exposed nerve. Where does one declare: "in the beginning"? and at which precise moment is it appropriate to collapse into the cozy armchair of a definitive "THE END"? Let's go back a few days, to North Little Rock, Arkansas. Peter (my companion) had recommended we rendezvous at "Sir Loins Inn" for brunch, which is a medieval-themed steak house, and (frustratingly) not the LGBTQA dance club we'd hoped to experience. I mean: Sir Loins Inn. COME ON Peter was wearing mustard-yellow Adidas three-stripe break-aways, and his hair was braided in the fashionable "corn row" manner. Seated as we were in tall, high-back throne-like chairs, our needs attended to by a staff of dark-ages-costumed knaves and whatnot, Peter looked magnificent, something like a Caucasian blend of Lionel Richie, and that cool keyboard player in Prince's band "The Revolution." You know: the guy in the doctor's outfit, but not the doctor keyboard player from Night Ranger, if that means anything to you, because it should. Pete was chewing thoughtfully upon steak tip onion rings, and after some debate (and rising distress on my part that he'd been literally chewing upon the same "tip" of meat for 46 minutes), we'd agreed to roll a custom-made 17-sided dice to settle a decision regarding our next stop on an westward sojourn we'd hoped would culminate in Clovis, NM. After several rolls, we decided to head towards Clovis immediately. We popped a few caffeine pills and hit the road. Nine hours and 36 minutes later, we arrived in Lubbock, and we both had to urinate so badly I literally thought I was about to literally die. We parked his Pontiac Le-mans, and ran indoors. The bar's lay-out was incredible, far as I could tell, as I ran through the establishment, and into the restrooms. That first impression was a bit of a blur, to be honest. The urinal has this cool little air-freshener "fan" thingy that you pee on. The more you pee, the faster it goes, an eventually it ends with a fortune. Mine said "basically everyone has HPV," which was really helpful advice. Timely, actually. Peter and I settled in at the bar, and had a few cold ones. The bar was HOPPING. I will never forget it. At the time it seemed as if I had never before seen so many attractive men and women not on the freeway. A man approached, and said hello. His name was Ray, Ray Stubbs, as I recall, and he said something really cool like "I'm about to introduce you to God, man, and it's going to be amazing." I remember saying something like "that sounds cool," but then Ray said "but don't say anything to her about (X) or she will straight-up stab you." And in that, Ray was not wrong. Diane totally stabbed me, but that wasn't until later. It didn't happen at Ohm. We actually had a super good time there. Food was great, DJ was amazing, and upon reflection I liked not getting stabbed there, not even once. That happened later

Not a bad place to land in Lubbock. I am just surprised its not a larger dance venue that could…read moreaccommodate more people given its West Texas locale.

This is my Neon Moon! The loveliest staff, great DJ (talk to him, he's great), the dance floor is…read morenice, the place is clean, and the regulars who go are great leads for partner dancing! There is no place I would rather be.

Garbage doesn't even describe this place to the full extent. gross on the inside and I thought I…read morewas at red lobster cause all I smelt was fish. I went to the bathroom and walked in and there was poop smeared all over, like someone was painting? I see where the smell came from.

I had a great time.l will be back. The people were great. I got to meet the drag queens. I had my…read morepicture taken with them. Just had a great time. Thank you.

Absolutely love Kong's and the owner John for always taking care of me when I come out to Lubbock!…read moreHe's definitely changed everything in here for the better! It's no longer a game room from the old yelp photos on here but a nice club and bar! Definitely recommend this place for a great night out! I will be here every time I'm in Lubbock!

The music was repulsive and vulgar. Too loud. And I can handle a loud club. This is interfering…read morewith other businesses. The crowd was snobby and young. EDM? What happened to real music. I was unpleasantly surprised. Very boring.

This place is absolutely gas, such friendly bartenders, great dj, and such great people. Ignore the…read morecomments from years ago this place must have had a change in management since then because it's an amazing time now. 90s hits and dancing galore

This place is improperly tagged as coffee and tea. This is a CLUB. for dancing, drinking (spirits),…read moreand debauchery. You know, night life. Last time I was there, (a couple years) they played mostly dance remixes to 90s music. Maybe not just 90s, but that's what stuck with me.

the drinks are good ! And the staff is overall nice especially this dude with curly hair(sorry I…read moredidn't catch his name, rlly nice tho) however, the guy controlling the bar line was EXTREMELY rude. He continued to CONSTANTLY flash a bright flash light in everyone's eyes screaming "BACK UP" "PUT YOUR MASK ON" and he himself didn't have his mask on. There is absolutely NO reason for someone to be screaming at people and shining a flashlight in peoples eyes unless something is seriously wrong and the crowd is uncontrollable- which it wasn't and there was nothing wrong. He could've done it the way another man had that came up to us he said "hey guys can we move the line this way" and everyone said yes and immediately moved. The guy with the flashlight is going to get himself in trouble acting the way he did. Absolutely unacceptable and not appreciated whatsoever.

Just a place for a bunch of under aged boys to fight. Was super disappointed with service and…read morebouncers

I went there because my brother really wanted to go to a club. I had been a few years ago, but this…read moretime it was "Tejano" night. The Good: The daiquiris get you pretty messed up. The place is huge and there are four giant rooms, each with its own atmosphere. They had a live tejano band outside. The Bad: Only one of the daiquiri machines was working that night. Many folks there were definitely not dressed for the club (e.g. wearing a t-shirt and shorts with black socks and tennis shoes). The scenery is less than savory. It was a mixture of middle aged men and women, girls that looked like they had too many kids, and women that were punishing even the stretchiest of clothing. If you park in the parking lot across the street, you will definitely get towed. Overall: My brother will probably make me go there again the next time he wants to go "clubbing". I'll fight tooth and nail to avoid it.